Generally I am round and often delicious, split me into two unequal sections and each will be transcendental.

I’m an onomatopoeia, a sound effect, like brrr. I’m almost the name of a hoppity guy, a friend to a famous deer. I sound like bump, and slump, and a seven hump wump of Mr. Gump. If you’re missing your front teeth, I might be what comes out when you try to say sump. What word am I, the sound when a heavy object meets the ground?

I lie on the ground, cracked and dry, Stirred up when rain falls from the sky. Bathe in me, but don’t get me in your eye. In Mississippi I might make a pie.

This is a place of parting or choice, Two words that together require decision. One half is your emotion when raising your voice; The other, too oft the site of collision. Combined, there is ill room for indecision!

I can be electric, Even under the sea. If you're kind of shady, You'll be called as slippery as me.